The relentless rain pierces the silence of my morning reverie, mingles with the pungent aroma of fresh coffee and warm sweet smells of breakfast baking while canvas, brushes and paint await my arrival. My nose tingles with excitement the bitter-sweet elixir touches my tongue…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
She Wanted to Be a Mama Prompt 3
She Wanted to be a Mama There’s a road down into a valley where people who want to make a difference move in. The valley is flat right up to the mountains. There is brush and dirt. The best crops are low to it…
Time is running out
At a time in my life Find myself looking at a desk With only 2 speeds to work with Either I’m moving fast or moving slow Thinking of time Hoping the time will wait til I’m finish one thing Yes Time slow down so I…
Plight of the Homeless in my Home
the town-crier said they said they will give the homeless shelter they said the homeless should come around and register they said each homeless will need a number they said to get the number a homeless must bring his mother they said whoever does not…
Breaking
Being a big boy from the start, my younger brother became the hero to watch out for the frailer brother with the taunting bravado gaining a reputation for fixing — liking that reputation a lot. Built up his savings, to ensure helping his kids when…
Grow Out
My last color was March 3, 2020– seventeen weeks ago stylist Lisa mixed and slathered white roots, shined and glossed ends, washed and blew dry ’till smooth, a swinging golden mane, a date with my husband. Salons are closed due to COVID-19 I…
USA 2020: a Bop
Only half a year, and surely we have reached some kind of limit. How many problems can we handle at one time– global pandemic that shows no signs of slowing, systemic racism, another black person shot in the back, drought, unemployment, hunger, despair! It’s hard…
Skay Hour 3 The Bop
Of Progressions A glance that began A smile that helped And a wee, token word Yet now we stand here Deep in our travels from Whence the journey spurred Time is the judging quicksand Comfort zones redefined And warm fuzzies stay Why…
The Boss is a Lie (Hour 3)
Clean suit on straight lovely pants Screaming tie, transforming into a noose An Italian leather briefcase ejects a suffocating Mac laptop Spreadsheets pop out multiple eight-digit figures A lean workforce trembles, a fat board expects All sat, listening to slides brimming with lies In…
Bop attempt from voiceless space
Waking with fuzzy hair, I just met Bop today as nobody expected, shamely invited it on a date, this somebody or someone got awkwardly silent, I was its reflection on mirror that couldn’t watch. We both heard the golondrina morning sound, Mind something in the…